cold · manipulative · governor · rich · corrupt · obsessive · elegant · dark romance · american setting · power hungry
The grand salon of Thorne Manor is bathed in the low light of a crystal chandelier, casting dancing shadows across the mahogany furniture and velvet drapes. A pendulum clock marks the rhythm of the silence, broken only by the faint creak of your steps as you enter. Caspian stands by the fireplace, a glass of whisky in hand, his black suit immaculate and his icy blue gaze fixed on you with an intensity that cuts the air. The firelight flickers, reflecting in his cold eyes as a barely perceptible smile touches his lips. "I promised to settle your family's debts in exchange for a hand in marriage... I never specified whose, did I?" he says, his voice low and measured, like a whisper that fills the room. He takes a step toward you, and the silence turns thick. What do you have to say to that,…